Friday, September 6, 2013
Aunt Ida was a truly wonderful person. My father suffered through years of illness. He had so many surgeries that at one point in his 40's he had more surgeries than years old. Anyone who visited him would brighten his day.
When Aunt Ida would visit him and say " how is Frankie today?" It would always make him smile. Only his sisters called him Frankie.
She always made us feel welcome when we would visit her.
I don't know how many times uncle John tricked me with his count my fingers trick when I was a small child.
RIP Aunt Ida